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  hesaid,withhisfingerontheword,andadded,“Thereisabsolutelynodeception,sir。“

  Heseemedtobecarryingoutthejokeprettythoroughly,Ithought。

  HeturnedtoGipwithasmileofremarkableaffability。“You,youknow,aretheRightSortofBoy。“

  Iwassurprisedathisknowingthat,because,intheinterestsofdiscipline,wekeepitratherasecretevenathome;butGipreceiveditinunflinchingsilence,keepingasteadfasteyeonhim。

  “It’sonlytheRightSortofBoygetsthroughthatdoorway。“

  And,asifbywayofillustration,therecamearattlingatthedoor,andasqueakinglittlevoicecouldbefaintlyheard。“Nyar!IWARN’agointhere,dadda,IWARN’agointhere。Ny-a-a-ah!“andthentheaccentsofadown-troddenparent,urgingconsolationsandpropitiations。“It’slocked,Edward,“hesaid。

  “Butitisn’t,“saidI。

  “Itis,sir,“saidtheshopman,“always——forthatsortofchild,“

  andashespokewehadaglimpseoftheotheryoungster,alittle,whiteface,pallidfromsweet-eatingandover-sapidfood,anddistortedbyevilpassions,aruthlesslittleegotist,pawingattheenchantedpane。“It’snogood,sir,“saidtheshopman,asImoved,withmynaturalhelpfulness,doorward,andpresentlythespoiltchildwascarriedoffhowling。

  “Howdoyoumanagethat?“Isaid,breathingalittlemorefreely。

  “Magic!“saidtheshopman,withacarelesswaveofthehand,andbehold!

  sparksofcolouredfireflewoutofhisfingersandvanishedintotheshadowsoftheshop。

  “Youweresaying,“hesaid,addressinghimselftoGip,“beforeyoucamein,thatyouwouldlikeoneofour’BuyOneandAstonishyourFriends’boxes?“

  Gip,afteragallanteffort,said“Yes。“

  “It’sinyourpocket。“

  Andleaningoverthecounter——hereallyhadanextraordinarilylongbody——thisamazingpersonproducedthearticleinthecustomaryconjurer’smanner。“Paper,“hesaid,andtookasheetoutoftheemptyhatwiththesprings;“string,“andbeholdhismouthwasastring-box,fromwhichhedrewanunendingthread,whichwhenhehadtiedhisparcelhebitoff——and,itseemedtome,swallowedtheballofstring。Andthenhelitacandleatthenoseofoneoftheventriloquist’sdummies,stuckoneofhisfingerswhichhadbecomesealing-waxredintotheflame,andsosealedtheparcel。

  “ThentherewastheDisappearingEgg,“heremarked,andproducedonefromwithinmycoat-breastandpackedit,andalsoTheCryingBaby,VeryHuman。IhandedeachparceltoGipasitwasready,andheclaspedthemtohischest。

  Hesaidverylittle,buthiseyeswereeloquent;theclutchofhisarmswaseloquent。Hewastheplaygroundofunspeakableemotions。

  These,youknow,wereREALMagics。Then,withastart,Idiscoveredsomethingmovingaboutinmyhat——somethingsoftandjumpy。Iwhippeditoff,andaruffledpigeon——nodoubtaconfederate——droppedoutandranonthecounter,andwent,Ifancy,intoacardboardboxbehindthepapier-machetiger。

  “Tut,tut!“saidtheshopman,dexterouslyrelievingmeofmyheaddress;

  “carelessbird,and——asIlive——nesting!“

  Heshookmyhat,andshookoutintohisextendedhandtwoorthreeeggs,alargemarble,awatch,abouthalf-a-dozenoftheinevitableglassballs,andthencrumpled,crinkledpaper,moreandmoreandmore,talkingallthetimeofthewayinwhichpeopleneglecttobrushtheirhatsINSIDEaswellasout,politely,ofcourse,butwithacertainpersonalapplication。“Allsortsofthingsaccumulate,sir……NotYOU,ofcourse,inparticular……Nearlyeverycustomer……Astonishingwhattheycarryaboutwiththem……“

  Thecrumpledpaperroseandbillowedonthecountermoreandmoreandmore,untilhewasnearlyhiddenfromus,untilhewasaltogetherhidden,andstillhisvoicewentonandon。“Wenoneofusknowwhatthefairsemblanceofahumanbeingmayconceal,sir。Areweallthennobetterthanbrushedexteriors,whitedsepulchres——“

  Hisvoicestopped——exactlylikewhenyouhitaneighbour’sgramophonewithawell-aimedbrick,thesameinstantsilence,andtherustleofthepaperstopped,andeverythingwasstill……

  “Haveyoudonewithmyhat?“Isaid,afteraninterval。

  Therewasnoanswer。

  IstaredatGip,andGipstaredatme,andtherewereourdistortionsinthemagicmirrors,lookingveryrum,andgrave,andquiet……

  “Ithinkwe’llgonow,“Isaid。“Willyoutellmehowmuchallthiscomesto?。

  “Isay,“Isaid,onaratherloudernote,“Iwantthebill;andmyhat,please。“

  Itmighthavebeenasnifffrombehindthepaperpile……

  “Let’slookbehindthecounter,Gip,“Isaid。“He’smakingfunofus。“

  IledGiproundthehead-waggingtiger,andwhatdoyouthinktherewasbehindthecounter?Nooneatall!Onlymyhatonthefloor,andacommonconjurer’slop-earedwhiterabbitlostinmeditation,andlookingasstupidandcrumpledasonlyaconjurer’srabbitcando。Iresumedmyhat,andtherabbitlollopedalolloporsooutofmyway。

  “Dadda!“saidGip,inaguiltywhisper。

  “Whatisit,Gip?“saidI。

  “IDOlikethisshop,dadda。“

  “SoshouldI,“Isaidtomyself,“ifthecounterwouldn’tsuddenlyextenditselftoshutoneofffromthedoor。“ButIdidn’tcallGip’sattentiontothat。“Pussy!“hesaid,withahandouttotherabbitasitcamelollopingpastus;“Pussy,doGipamagic!“

  andhiseyesfolloweditasitsqueezedthroughadoorIhadcertainlynotremarkedamomentbefore。Thenthisdooropenedwider,andthemanwithoneearlargerthantheotherappearedagain。

  Hewassmilingstill,buthiseyemetminewithsomethingbetweenamusementanddefiance。“You’dliketoseeourshow-room,sir,“hesaid,withaninnocentsuavity。Giptuggedmyfingerforward。I

  glancedatthecounterandmettheshopman’seyeagain。Iwasbeginningtothinkthemagicjustalittletoogenuine。“Wehaven’tVERYmuchtime,“Isaid。Butsomehowwewereinsidetheshow-roombeforeIcouldfinishthat。

  “Allgoodsofthesamequality,“saidtheshopman,rubbinghisflexiblehandstogether,“andthatistheBest。Nothingintheplacethatisn’tgenuineMagic,andwarrantedthoroughlyrum。Excuseme,sir!“

  Ifelthimpullatsomethingthatclungtomycoat-sleeve,andthenIsawheheldalittle,wrigglingreddemonbythetail——thelittlecreaturebitandfoughtandtriedtogetathishand——andinamomenthetosseditcarelesslybehindacounter。Nodoubtthethingwasonlyanimageoftwistedindiarubber,butforthemoment——!Andhisgesturewasexactlythatofamanwhohandlessomepettybitingbitofvermin。IglancedatGip,butGipwaslookingatamagicrocking-

  horse。Iwasgladhehadn’tseenthething。“Isay,“Isaid,inanundertone,andindicatingGipandthereddemonwithmyeyes,“youhaven’tmanythingslikeTHATabout,haveyou?“

  “Noneofours!Probablybroughtitwithyou,“saidtheshopman——

  alsoinanundertone,andwithamoredazzlingsmilethanever。

  “AstonishingwhatpeopleWILLcarryaboutwiththemunawares!“

  AndthentoGip,“Doyouseeanythingyoufancyhere?“

  ThereweremanythingsthatGipfanciedthere。

  Heturnedtothisastonishingtradesmanwithmingledconfidenceandrespect。“IsthataMagicSword?“hesaid。

  “AMagicToySword。Itneitherbends,breaks,norcutsthefingers。

  Itrendersthebearerinvincibleinbattleagainstanyoneundereighteen。Half-a-crowntosevenandsixpence,accordingtosize。Thesepanopliesoncardsareforjuvenileknights-errantandveryuseful——

  shieldofsafety,sandalsofswiftness,helmetofinvisibility。“

  “Oh,daddy!“gaspedGip。

  Itriedtofindoutwhattheycost,buttheshopmandidnotheedme。

  HehadgotGipnow;hehadgothimawayfrommyfinger;hehadembarkedupontheexpositionofallhisconfoundedstock,andnothingwasgoingtostophim。PresentlyIsawwithaqualmofdistrustandsomethingverylikejealousythatGiphadholdofthisperson’sfingerasusuallyhehasholdofmine。Nodoubtthefellowwasinteresting,Ithought,andhadaninterestinglyfakedlotofstuff,reallyGOODfakedstuff,still——

  Iwanderedafterthem,sayingverylittle,butkeepinganeyeonthisprestidigitalfellow。Afterall,Gipwasenjoyingit。

  Andnodoubtwhenthetimecametogoweshouldbeabletogoquiteeasily。

  Itwasalong,ramblingplace,thatshow-room,agallerybrokenupbystandsandstallsandpillars,witharchwaysleadingofftootherdepartments,inwhichthequeerest-lookingassistantsloafedandstaredatone,andwithperplexingmirrorsandcurtains。Soperplexing,indeed,werethesethatIwaspresentlyunabletomakeoutthedoorbywhichwehadcome。

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